Mmmm, that Chimay beer is good, but holy shiat, nine bucks a bottle?
Mean Katie is back in the saddle.
Mac-n-Cheese wasn't designed for the deep fryer, I'm guessing.
Motherf*cker! Who burned the wings?
Madre de Dios! There's a problem in the men's room!
M Resort? Funny you should ask...
Maybe they should hold onto the joint this time around, instead of selling it to Harrah's.
Missed the flop. Again.
Makin' a comeback!
Man, what a dumbass, raising me all the way with nothing but low pair. Thank you, though.
Maybe you should just stick to the slot machines, Sideburns.
Man-made boobies are even more of a distraction than God's own handiwork.
Mikey draws low card, no seat at this time.
My $180 profit is probably good enough to call it a night.
Must I wait 20 minutes for a bowl of soup?
May I continue tomorrow with the whole story + details? I have to go to sleep--working day shift in a few hours.
Mikey
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